Not all good kissers are good for you. (2)

I Kissed a Creationist

I kissed a Creationist

and couldn’t tell

the difference between

his lips and mine.

But then I thought of the world--

round in its spherical glory

and the complications that

light up both land and sea--

and how he doesn’t need

its logic, but instead believes

it is simple enough to

hold in a word, the word.

When I considered this,

I felt my tongue retreating.

Because no matter how many times

I sat with him in a canoe of hot metal

at the age of sixteen, with water

moccasins grazing our hands

as we reached down to paddle,

I will always worry that

the collar of his shirt will lift

at any moment from the part

of his body where heat and

moisture mix to form what

draws me to him,

up over his face,

to linger nobly--

a halo above his head,

reminding me that I

can’t possibly settle

For just one word.

Reviews

[DavidRyanM]

I dig this a lot. Your writing style has a very raw tone to it but also almost surreal at the same time. Kind of hard to explain. I enjoy the idea of someone's religion and mindset getting in the way of a relationship -- it's happened to me. Either way, well done. I would like to see you write a longer short story and see where these characters end up or what they actually decide to do with the thoughts they're having.